Take Poppy's dignity

"Hey, Poppy, is it? Help me out with something."

"What?" she says.

"I'm having trouble understanding the poor design choices your ship-builder made. Like, what's with the figurehead?"

"What about the figurehead?"

You point to the front of the ship, which features the carved likeness of a skeleton holding a sword.

"That'll never do," you say. "Figureheads are supposed to be naked ladies!"

"The captain preferred something more... menacing."

"Good for her, but there's a reason that naked ladies are more traditional. A woman's bare breast is said to shame the sea into tranquility, assuring smooth sailing for all aboard. I'm not even making that up."

"Well, we're not really big on those old superstitions, and this is what we've got, so..."

"So we'll have to improvise, is what."

You take the woman by the arm.

"Wait, you don't mean..."

"I'm going to take all of your clothes off and tie you to the front of the ship so that we can all enjoy the sight of your naked body."

"No, wa-- EEEEEEEK!"

You pin her down and rip off her clothes. It barely takes five seconds to produce a fully naked Poppy, her exceptional tits swaying in the ocean breeze, her well-toned ass shining in the sun. She screams at her shipmates to not look and does her best to hide her beautiful brown body, but you soon have her tied up where the figurehead used to be.